Here we go! A brand new era is in store for Jack and Co. I know this has been long awaited, and Chapter 21, which was written six long years after Chapter 20, only helped to spark renewed interests in these characters! It was always intended to be revisited in some way. Well, better late than never. 'Fallout of Jack Hamilton' will of course continue, to help fill in a lot of what you guys have wondered about that pesky six month gap. It is the future of Jack, Ben, Elliott, Ben and the rest that everyone wondered the most about and your emails and requests have not been unnoticed! When the (very) long awaited Chapter 21 was written in June, it was intended to be the swan-song of the original, to jump off into future sequels and side-stories. That direction has changed, however. It became clear that further chapters of this particular tale needed to be written. You asked, and your wish is my command! Enjoy the ongoing saga of Jack Hamilton! Emails are always welcome at riveracheron101@gmail.com for questions, comments, suggestions, or to just say hi!
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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
Chapter 22
THEN
What the hell did he do to you?" Davis asked in shock.
"Nothing, it's just..." Jack started, then paused. "He? He who?"
Now it was Davis' turn to look nervous but it lasted just a second before a strange expression covered his face. "No," he whispered to himself. "Jack, show me your left arm!"
"What? Why?" Jack asked, raising his arm.
It was faint but it was there, a small bruise forming exactly where Davis had hoped not to see it. "You were at the club!" he said accusingly, taking a step back.
"You know about the club? Jack asked, thoroughly confused.
"Jack, I was there... you... you were on MY team!" Davis said. He looked just about ready to throw up.
Jack heard what his brother said, but couldn't take it in. It wasn't possible. This had to be some twisted trick, some horrific prank at his expense.
"He said he was only messing around with you at school, but... he's making you go there, isn't he?" Davis asked, shaking his head.
"Who?" Jack asked, beginning to tremble.
"Elliott, he's making you do all of it, isn't he?"
"You... you know?" Jack asked, eyes wide. "Tell me everything!"
Ben giggled as Elliott's fingers tickled at his side. They were laying together on the older teen's bed, cuddling.
"Stop it!" Ben said, playfully pushing Elliott's hand away as he squirmed.
"Make me!" Elliott said back, tickling his lover again.
"Okay!" Ben said, happily accepting the challenge. He scrambled on top of Elliott, straddled his hips then leant down, bringing their lips together.
Elliott growled happily into Ben's mouth as their tongues wrestled. He wrapped his arms around his young lover and rolled over. Ben ended up on his back, with Elliott on top, still kissing.
Ben felt Elliott pull his arms up, pinning them down onto the bed above his head. The older teen pulled out of the kiss, immediately burying his face into Ben's neck, kissing and licking at it, gradually working up towards his earlobe, making Ben giggle playfully once again.
"Elliott," Ben whispered.
"Yeah?" Elliott asked, lifting his head and staring down into the boy's beautiful green eyes.
"I... love you!" Ben said nervously.
Elliott stared. They had said it to each other plenty of times before, but after today he wasn't quite sure how to respond. Mostly to avoid having to say anything, Elliott leant down again, kissing the boy. Keeping his lips on his young lover, Elliott began to work his way downwards, kissing his jaw, neck, shoulder, chest and stomach before pulling off and grinning up at him.
Ben's cock throbbed. He knew what was about to happen. Cumming while getting fucked by Elliott was most definitely his favourite way to reach climax, but feeling his boyfriend's lips around his boner was easily a close second. "Go on, do it," he whispered hungrily.
"I dunno," Elliott said, pausing to slide his tongue along the teen's solid shaft just once, "I'm not sure you want it enough!"
"Oh God, I do. Please, please Elliott, please I need it. I've gotta cum!" Ben begged. His desire wasn't quite as strong as he made out, but he knew it always turned Elliott on to hear him beg.
"Well... okay then!" Elliott said, taking the straining tool between his lips slowly.
Suddenly the door slammed open. "You!" Jack snarled, pointing at Elliott.
"What the hell, Jack?" Elliott asked, jumping off the bed.
Jack saw his car keys laying on Elliott's desk. He snatched them up and said angrily, "To the car, now! We need to talk!"
The car finally stopped. Jack had not been driving anywhere in particular, he just had to drive, to get himself and Elliott as far away from people as possible. The things he had to say weren't going to be quiet and he didn't want anyone else overhearing. Several times on the ride Elliott had tried to talk, but each time Jack had raised a hand, not as a threat, merely as a signal to remain silent. Elliott had complied.
Now though, the sound of the engine died and the quiet crept over them. They were well outside the town limits now, the sound of the nearby highway a quiet drone, a single street light several yards away and a near-full moon their only illumination.
"Can I talk now?" Elliott asked cautiously.
"No!" Jack snapped. "You can listen! Let me make one thing clear. As of now, it doesn't work! Your threats, your... your promises to destroy me, it doesn't work any more. Anything you might do to me now would actually be an improvement on shit-heap that is my life so you have NO power over me. You got that?"
They began the drive home, which went a lot smoother after Elliott figured out where they actually were. Silence hung between them again as it had when driving out there, but it didn't feel quite as oppressive this time.
When they pulled up at Jack's house, he got out but turned back to say something. As his eyes fell on Elliott, the words just vanished. Sharing a look at each other for a few moments, he turned and went inside.
Elliott got back to his room, through the keys on his desk. His jaw was still sore when Jack punched him, but it was the things said that hurt him infinitely more. Not just from Jack, but the things he had admitted TO Jack. Ben was still on his bed, looking frightened. As soon as both boys locked eyes, though....Ben's fear turned to sadness.
"It's....over. Isn't it El? My God....just like that?" the younger boy asked.
"Just like that." Elliott confirmed as he sat down at his desk.
"Oh my God..." Ben whispered as he stood up.
For a few minutes, he kept his back turned to Ben. He didn't want his boyfriend to see him crying, and he tried his best to cover up the sobbing and sniffling sounds.
"Yeah." Was all Elliott could say.
Ben just stood there for a few moments, then began quietly getting dressed behind Elliott's back. The evening was over, and he knew Elliott would want to be alone tonight. It was best that he went home. As he put on his clothes, the silence between the two of them got too palatable, and he had to speak up.
"Are you...sure about this? Everything being over, I mean?" Ben asked. "Did you try everything? Maybe, in...in the morning, Jack will have changed his mind. He had no right barging into your house like that. He looked like a wild animal."
"Ben....please. Jack said...."
"Whatever he said, he had no idea what he was talking about! RIGHT!? Ben interrupted. "Elliott! Look at me!"
Elliott wiped his eyes and sighed. This wasn't going to be an easy conversation, he knew. Hell, he could barely have it with himself, let alone Ben. How could he tell his boyfriend about everything that was said earlier. Could he admit to him how much he secretly loved Jack and that a part of him agreed to help because of revenge? How could he explain it all when he didn't even understand it himself? Maybe he didn't have to get into all that. Not now anyway. Jack called their bluff, and Elliott couldn't bring himself to keep the charade of ownership going any longer, mostly because as Jack told him, nothing Elliott could threaten would have made a difference. Jack was pushed past the point of no return. Bryce tried to warn them at the club.
Elliott turned to face Ben, reached out with his hands to grab both of his.
"Ben, listen to me. Nothing we say to Jack would make a difference anymore. He made his choice. He practically dared me to follow through with our threats! Whether he figured out we were just bluffing, or if we pushed him to the point that he doesn't care....I don't know. I wasn't about to bring it up. It doesn't matter anyway. What matters his, he said point blank that it was over and I have no power over him. I KNOW Jack, Ben. We can't change his mind."
Elliott explained (most of) the situation about what Jack told him he found out about his father and brother at the club, and he tried to explain to Ben how pissed Jack was and that Elliott realized that things were taken too far. There could be no going back now. Ben listened with rapt attention, sniffling every few minutes as he wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his shirt. As Elliott calmly explained to him how wrong it was to do what they did to Jack, Ben began to feel pretty lousy himself.
"So what happens now?" He asked.
"I don't know, Ben. I....just don't know! I can't even be sure if he wants to be my friend anymore." It also finally struck Elliott that Ben got dressed. "I guess you want to leave me too?" Ben didn't know if that meant for the night, or....
"I just thought, given everything, that maybe.....I should go. We both need to be alone tonight. I can walk home."
"I'll give you a ride, I......FUCK!." Elliott hissed.
He realized he still had Jack's car! For the past ten days he was so used to taking ownership of it, he forgot to give Jack his keys back. Jack let him drive back earlier, but both boys hadn't realized that ALL games were over. It wasn't malicious or on purpose. It was pure, by rote, muscle memory. Jack hadn't noticed either when Elliott dropped him off.
"What's wrong?" Ben asked, confused.
Elliott pointed to the keys on the desk. "I still have his car! After we talked, Jack let me drive his car back into town and we both forgot, I guess! I dropped him off at home and drove away. Just like I got used to doing."
"You should call him, El! We're in enough hot water with Jack! Davis can give him a ride here so he can at least pick his car up, right?"
While the logic was sound, it was too late at night now to bother Jack with that. Their former victim was probably asleep anyway. He stared at the keys on the desk. "It's getting late. I'll drive the car over to Jack's place in the morning before school."
Ben had an idea. "Can I come with you? Maybe we can....clear that air? You know...just show Jack there's no hard feelings! It would....I dunno!...would it be cute if we drove him to school one last time?"
Elliott thought about this. "Only if he agrees!" he pointed out. "If he wants to drive, he drives. If he wants to kick us out of the house, he kicks us out. You know that, right? There's no more orders."
Ben looked insulted. "Of course! It's just, you know....to show him that we heard him loud and clear. It would be sweet if we went through motions one last day, but with no pressure on him and no expectations. I can even pick out some of his normal clothes!"
Elliott was too mentally drained to argue how that all could maybe open fresh wounds. "Whatever." He said. "Look, why don't you at least spend that night? You were going to! You're here already, and...it's funny....I REALLY feel bad taking Jack's car out now without his permission. We can leave from here in the morning."
Ben reluctantly nodded.
Already, everything changed for Elliott. He and Jack were just friends again, with all the friendship boundaries that always existed between the two of them. Jack used to be very protective of his car, never allowing anyone to drive it except him. To do so now, to use it to bring one of Jack's tormentors home felt extremely wrong. In fact if he wasn't so tired, he would have returned Jack's car tonight. That would have been a better peace offering than what Ben suggested. Instead, they both kicked off their shoes and laid down on opposite ends of the bed....dressed. Other things seemed to have changed as well. Before Jack stormed into Elliott's room, the two teens were in the middle of one of their hottest sex sessions. The mood was killed, and neither boy knew what that meant, or if it was temporary.
"We have to tell the others, you know." Ben said. "Before school tomorrow!"
"I'll do it."
"No! let me, El. This....all of this....it was my plan. It's my responsibility." Ben felt absolutely shameful now. The memories of what he did to Jack started to hurt him. How could he not fully comprehend that these past ten days?
"No, Ben. You can't explain it that way I could. I'm doing it the second we wake up, okay? Before we head to Jack's. I'll call them."
Ben grunted in the affirmative, and no further words were spoken between the two of them tonight.
They were both awake for several more hours, though. Laying in silence, facing away from eachother. Both boys felt absolutely terrible as the memories of what they did reared their ugly heads.
NOW
Jack was masturbating furiously, his fist a blur as it pumped his thick cock. Briefly, he thought about Annabeth, the older girl who he used to masterbate to all the time, back when Elliott would invade his thoughts. So many things have happened since then, and Jack's mind no longer needed to put up mental barriers. It was ALL Elliott. 'Fuck yeah! Take it you little mewling bitch! How do YOU like it!?' he growled to himself as he jerked off faster and more violently. He thought about Elliott on all fours, and hoped that his unlubricated cock hurt his former friend. It served him right. That thought was enough to send Jack over the edge, and he shot his second load of the day. Earlier today he had finally put Elliott in his place. At Elliott's request, he pulled down Elliott's pants, and violently fucked his former best friend....condomless. Jack sighed as he slid his sweat pants back up and sat up from his bed. What disturbed him - now that the afterglow of his orgasm subsided - was not who he was jerking off to (not TOTALLY, anyway), but WHAT. It wasn't Elliott's looks, or his tight hole, or even years of feelings for him. No. It was the realization that he was getting off on the fact that he was HURTING Elliott. True, Elliott asked for it. Literally as well as figuratively.
** "Come on," Elliott demanded. "Make it hurt! I deserve it!" ** Elliott had said earlier today.
So it wasn't as if Jack forced himself upon him. Not REALLY. Would he have, though? That was the million dollar question. If Elliott changed his mind, mid-fuck, and pleaded that Jack take his cock out of him, would he have done so in the moment? Or would have that made Jack enjoy the torment even more? Jack wasn't sure, but he had a pretty good idea!
In a very real sense, Jack was beginning to regret even running into Ben and Bryce last week at the coffee shop when he was on his date with Felix. He had moved on from them! Or....did he? Six months ago he stormed away from them in Rosewater Park, and told them all in no uncertain terms that he was done with all of them. He was able to get that disgusting Tumblr profile deleted, as well as his blog. He blocked their numbers, as well as any contact on social media. He had spent the day making triple sure that there was no trace of himself online. He was pleased to see that Elliott had the website deleted as well. He felt no appreciation for this, of course. It never should have been created in the first place. Jack was pleased. After all, they had no power over him, and never did. What hurt later, was the realization that Jack ALLOWED himself to be used and abused because some sick part of him actually enjoyed it. In therapy, Dr. Stanton made him understand that a large chunk of his initial cooperation was born from his guilt for tormenting them and that he allowed them to do what they did because he NEEDED them to punish him. Yes, that was part of it, but he knew it was much more than that, though. He got off on it, but his homophobic mind could only accept it if it was "forced" on him. Ten days in, (the final night that they "owned" him) they pushed him way too far at the club, and Jack finally stood up for himself....telling Elliott that the threats wouldn't work anymore, and he was done no matter what. That was only part of the story, though .At that point, Jack was relatively comfortable with homosexual acts (ten days of extreme exposure to it will do that!), and he didn't need the excuse or facade of force any longer. Maybe that was the biggest reason Jack refused to cooperate with his tormentors any longer. Jack, for all intents and purposes, used them. Once he realized he didn't need them to justify his own gay-side any longer, he spit them all out like a wad of gum that gave up no more flavor. He wasn't consciously aware of that then, of course. All of this came out in a session with Doctor Stanton a few months back.
Why then....was there still so much anger? While their "help" didn't work as intended, they still DID those things to him! Jack was well past the point of believing he deserved what was done to him, and in the past month, the anger and injustice of what was done to him began to slowly and subtly intensify. Part of that came from therapy. Doctor Stanton often tried to explain to Jack that regardless of how many ways out he may have had, despite the fact that he enjoyed it and allowed them to continue, and aside from the truth that the blackmail was just a phony threat.....Elliott, Ben, Bryce, Lincoln, Danny and Aaron still DID THOSE THINGS to him! THEY believed (until the final night, of course) that Jack believed their threats. There was no getting around that. They used coercion to abuse him in ways that were unthinkable. His therapist tried to get Jack to see that it was not only okay to be mad at his former rapists, it was preferable to his healing. In many ways, the therapy worked too well. Jack coming to grips with his anger is what caused his dark, shameful thoughts to begin to manifest. Recently, walking through the halls of his new school, Cliffwood Beach Regional, he began looking at the smaller and weaker kids as his inferiors! The FEELING was exactly the same as they were before the abuse he suffered six months ago! Still, Jack never bullied anyone there....not yet. He came close a few times in recent weeks, but it was clear that whatever change was 'forced' upon him in September was slowly wearing off.
And then it got a Hell of a lot worse. When he ran into Ben and Bryce last week, he tried so hard to be the bigger man and to push that growing anger and injustice deep down. He convinced himSELF that he was over it and harbored no ill will to any of them. He DID love Bryce, and in fact was IN love with him. As he told him, though....it could never be enough. Much like he and Elliott, they could never be equals. Not that Jack would feel subservient to him, but quite the opposite! Had they started a relationship last week at Bryce's house, Jack knew in his heart that it would be a disaster. He would always look down on Bryce. He would see him as a rapist and treat him as such. Bryce would then become Jack's willing victim. Jack knew that he could walk all over him, and that Bryce would put up with it because of his guilt. So no....they could never be equals, and any kind of relationship would lead to an abusive one. Jack didn't want to be that kind of person, and he worked so hard NOT to be that kind of person. The sad truth was....maybe he WAS that kind of person, and it terrified him. For a brief moment last week, as he stood in Bryce's house, he FELT like the bully he used to be. Even more than he felt in his new school lately. That gave him power, and not unlike an addictive drug, he craved it. He tried so hard to hold back, and MOSTLY succeeded. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle, though. Change was coming. What disturbed Jack the most was, the more he thought about everything, the LESS his bullying past disturbed him. Jack knew he was at a crossroads.
These past six months, Jack often wondered what his life would have been like had he refused to cooperate much earlier on, while he was still in denial. The time he came closest was when Elliott held his phone out with that lame attempt that he would call the cops if Jack didn't apologize to all of them. He came RIDICULOUSLY close to telling them all that day:
"You know what, El? GO. FUCK. YOURSELF. Fuck ALL of you! There's your apology."
He was going to say that and walk right out, not even looking behind him. Something stopped him at the very list millisecond. Sometimes it scared him how close he actually was to ending all of it that day....he never would have met so many wonderful people, Felix included! Sometimes though...he wished he had ended it then. He would have clawed his way back to the top, and put those little shits in their place.
It was easy to see what would have happened had he done that...what his, and his tormentors lives would be like from that point on. First of all, Elliott felt justified in what he was doing to Jack at that point, so had Jack gone THAT route, that early on, the younger boy would have stopped trying to "help" him and would in fact want nothing to do with him ever again, going back to blaming himself. He may have even followed through on his threat of jumping into an oncoming train! Jack would have remained football captain of course, and the next day in school, would have absolutely kicked Danny, Aaron and Bryce off the team. As for Ben? Jack knew the youngest would have fallen even deeper into himself, and Jack would have increased his torment of him ten-fold..He would have been King of Holmepoint High and would have made Coach Sanders proud! At the same time, though....Jack would have remined closeted and in sexual denial. Worse, he would have remained a homophobic bully and racist biggot. He NEVER would have met Devin, Theo, Drewcifer and the others. He would not have had the time of his life at the gay club or met Felix...someone he grew to care about deeply. He never would have transferred schools and met Zach, Milo, and Greyson. Milo.....God, he wouldn't have been around to save his life that afternoon in January. He had a new, happier, and much more honest life at Cliffwood Beach Regional High School. Unlike football, he genuinely loved track and was a kind and supportive captain. (With a coach who actually had a good heart!) None of this would have happened if he initially refused cooperation. At least he WAS kind and supportive. Whatever was happening to him recently was getting worse. His teammates even noticed and pointed it out to him several times.
"Jack, why have you been such a dick lately?"* Greyson pointed out to him two weeks ago.
"Fuck everything!" Jack yelled as he punched the wall. This elicited a knock on his door. His parents and Davis were out. It had to be his thirteen year old brother Willis.
"You okay, Jack?" Willis asked from the other side of the door. The boy was VERY antisocial, at least in the real world, and spent almost all of his free time playing videogames with online friends, or lost within his VR headset. He was of course oblivious to everything that had happened to Jack, as he was to everything that occured within his neighborhood and even family. Most evenings, he did not even eat dinner with them, but opted for the seclusion of his room instead. Naturally, both Jack and Davis were not close to him in the slightest. Their parents loved their youngest more than life itself of course, but often wondered if he had either an antisocial personality disorder, or a videogame addiction. Or both. Jack even considered talking to Willis about Doctor Stanton, to see if maybe he wanted someone kind to talk to.
"I'm.....fine, squit!" Jack grimaced through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, well you knocked out the cord to my Vive!", Willis exclaimed, referring to his VR headset that he used while playing games on Steam with his friends.
"Sorry! It won't happen again, okay!?" Jack responded. Noting that Willis didn't ask about, nor care about, Jack's well being. In fact, his youngest brother didn't respond at all, as he heard footfalls lead back to his room.
Jack turned his thoughts back to what happened. Okay, so maybe he gained a Hell of a lot more than he lost. Ends can never justify the means. In fact, the thought of what Elliott (and the rest of them) did made Jack angrily pace back and forth in his room, holding back from punching the wall again. The webcam, website, blog, fake threats of police, being held down and fucked, forced to lick out Elliotts asshole, being put to work at the club, losing his position and status at school, and a million other things that were thrust upon him....it was too much! Everything he had done to try and get over it all, trying to tell himself that his life was better for it....these were just excuses! In Jack's mind, they still set out to destroy everything Jack worked his life for! His anger at what was done to him suddenly turned to rage. Running into Ben and Bryce last week, followed by visiting a disheveled Elliott in a pitiful state in his room....his followup visit earlier today. Fucking him. ENJOYING the fact that he was hurting him...it was ALL too much! Jack's progress was beginning to crumble rapidly now. As he fucked Elliott earlier, he realized that his former best friend deserved pain. Not from being assfucked though, no. That was not the way to go about it. Plus, Elliott WANTED that kind of pain. What he deserved was much worse. Elliott deserved to be emotionally destroyed!
As Jack got into his car to drive to Felix's place, his mind raging with anger and needed someone to talk to, he changed his mind. Whipping out his cell phone, he finally unblocked Elliott after six months, and texted him, who stopped in his tracks as he just started walking to Holmepoint Wine and Spirits.
4:05pm [Hi El.] A part of Jack hoped he wouldn't respond.
4:06pm [jack! holy shit!! u unbolcked me! thank u thank u thankk u tahank u!] Six months, and the asshole still texted like he was all thumbs, Jack thought.
4:07pm [Yeah. So I've been thinking, wanna go chill somewhere?]
4:10pm [u mean it!? jus us?] Jack winced at this and had to force himself not to loose his lunch.
4:12pm [Unless you got something better to do?]
4:12pm [noooo! im still haning in my room] Doesn't he know how to use spell check? Jack rolled his eyes.
4:13pm [Okay, I'll leave shortly. How's your ass, by the way?]
4:13pm [sore as fuk tbh. u really hurt me!] Jack laughed at this text. "Good!" he said outloud in his car.
4:15pm [...Good] He repeated in his text.
4:16pm [oh]
4:18pm [Just forget it, El.]
4:19pm [r u ok jack?] Yes! Jack wanted him to worry about him.
4:20pm [Of course.I am! Jesus fuck!]
4:22pm [jack.... i wanna say again im sorry. :( i wish u knew how i feel about it]
4:22pm [Ditto!]
4:23pm [.....?]
4:25pm [I'll see you soon, El. Ohh....sorry. 'Elliott' I forgot.] Jack figured that little barb would really dig deep into Elliott's heart.
4:25pm [wt?? I LOVE the nickname 'El' wtf u kno that lol!!] And he was right! It did!
4:27pm [I don't want to get slapped again when I see you, Elliott. Remember? 'Only my friends call me El'?]
4:27pm [thats....a low blow jack! for real thats fuked up throwin that in my face! I was ACTING! u kno that now!]
4:28pm [See you soon Elliott.] "unfortunately.", Jack muttered allowed.
4:30pm [.........k :/ ig just walk right in when u get here or w/e...bye jack]
Jack re-pocketed his phone. All he could think about as he texted back and forth with Elliott was every single humiliating, painful, and depraved act he was forced to endure at the hands of his "friend" and the others. And he was expected to forgive and forget!? He tried for six months! All the lies he told himself, all the justifications, not to mention the excuses he made for them to Felix, Theo, Devin, Davis, Doctor Stanton, and hell even Mr. Wendell! Well, no more!
"No more Mr. Nice Guy!" Jack said as he started his engine and drove towards Elliott's house.
Elliott put his own phone away and hoofed it back to his house, so he could be home by the time Jack arrived. The two teens only lived a few blocks away. He had told Jack that he WAS home, and he didn't want his friend to know he originally planned on getting drunk. Elliott was pretty sure Jack never found out about rehab, Tyler, and the fact that he realized bitterly that he was an alcoholic. Still, Elliott went four months without touching a drop of that poison, and anything related to drinking left him with shameful thoughts, as if he didn't have enough of them to last a lifetime!
Elliott couldn't believe his luck, however! All in one day, Jack kept his promise from last week to visit again, he fucked Elliott, and now he wanted to see him AGAIN! Twice in one day!! It was enough that he was able to put the warning signs of the passive aggressive text messages behind him. Jack didn't forgive him yet. They'd somehow work past that though.
Somehow.
As Elliott went back inside, he texted Ben the good news, who was positively flooded with excitement. The two reconnected this past week, after Jack's first visit. It was Ben who reached out, in fact. He and Bryce ran into Jack at 'Cool Beans', the coffee shop near the medical centre on Ramsey Ave. Almost an hour after Jack left Elliott's house, he got a surprise call from Ben. He was crying and told him the events of the day. Seeing Jack again brought back his and Bryce's own ordeals these past six months, but most of all, it brought back the shame and guilt of what they did to Jack in the first place. Ben was surprised to learn that Jack also paid Elliott a visit that same day, and genuinely hoped the two life-long friends would reconnect.
As Elliott quickly got ready, being that Jack was due to arrive any second, he frantically told Ben the good news (omitting certain details, such as Jack force-fucking him earlier in the day).
4:36pm [I'm SO happy for you, El! Don't you dare make Jack feel sad! Remember how much we owe him. Never EVER forget that, okay?]
That was only one of the many text messages that Ben excitedly sent his ex-boyfriend. As if he didn't need to be told twice. Elliott was NOT going to fuck this up in any way if he could help it. If Jack could somehow look past Elliott's crimes against him, and if they could become friends again, close friends, maybe....just MAYBE....Jack would eventually change his mind about a relationship with him. Elliott would be the perfect submissive to Jack, catering to his ever desire, in and out of the bedroom. He would perform any fetish, he would go to any length to spend the the rest of his life making it up to Jack.
He only prayed that would be enough.
In the park, where Bryce did the exact same thing to Jack six months ago, Peter thrust his Freshman cock in and out of Bryce's hole, as he held the older teen down. This was purely consensual. It was also purely for self- punishment. Bryce could not deal with the awful things Jack said to him last week. They had not spoken for six months! Jack declared his love and ceremoniously took it back after Bryce kept making it worse by putting his foot in his mouth repeatedly. Now he lost him forever. Or....maybe Jack was right when he said he never had him to begin with. It didn't matter anymore. Jack hated his guts, and Bryce hated his own. He lost everything. Even with Coach Sanders fired and in jail, he quit football. As did the others involved with Jack. None of the boys could stomach what they did to him, especially costing Jack his Captainship....something that they never once intended to happen! Even though Jack ultimately quit the team, and then changed schools several months after that, to play, felt like betrayal. Bryce had heard that Jack was Captain of the track team at his new school, and that it was something Jack actually enjoyed with every fiber of his being. While he was naturally happy for the love of his life, it was a bittersweet happiness. It seemed that everything they inflicted on Jack backfired and ruined all their lives. Bryce accepted that, but it still hurt of course.
"FUCK, man! You're sooo tight!" Peter exclaimed as he thrust his thin dick in and out of Bryce's hole. Fifteen year old Peter may not have been well-endowed, but what he lacked in girth, he more than made up for in energy. It was like a hard spike being thrust inside of Bryce's body.
Bryce wasn't planning on geting off to this, but Peter had other ideas as he began to masturbate the older teen as he fucked him. He wanted to get Bryce to cum in order to feel the orgasm squeeze his hole on his invading cock.
"Harder....please, man!" Bryce pleaded! "FUCK! You feel so good!"
"You GOT it, you jock stud!" Peter said as he fucked and jerked Bryce in a perfect rythem now. Bryce could feel Peter's dick leak tons of pre-cum inside of his hole. The kid was definiately a leaker, which made for fantastic lube.
Bryce couldn't bring himself to top anyone anymore. Not since Jack. The few times he tried with various Grindr guys, he couldn't get hard enough to even enter a hole. Bryce knew it was guilt. He had RAPED with that dick, and his mind just wouldn't let him use it in that way again. In a sense, he mentally castrated himself. He resorted to getting fucked, and in fact it was the only way he could maintain an erection. He had no doubt the others had similar sexual problems after Jack. It was unfortunate.
Peter switched tactics suddenly, and began a series of shallow, yet rapid, rabbit-thrusts inside of Bryce's ass, constantly stimulating Bryce's prostate. He also began jerking Bryce faster, with the sweat from his palms allowing his wet hand to expertly masturbate the guy better.
Bryce was getting close as he felt Peter's dick throb several times against his anal walls. The younger boy suddenly slammed into Bryce hard enough that the older boy howled in pain. Peter held his dick deep inside Bryce while pumping what felt like a gallon of cum inside of his rectum. A few seconds later, Bryce exploded all over Peter's fifteen year old fist.
The two boys disconnected.
After quickly wiping himself down, Peter muttered a thank you, and ran out of the park, not bothering to say goodbye. Bryce, rubbed his sore hole, and pulled up his pants as he sighed.
'This is not the way.' He said to himself as he wiped some tears out of his eyes. He looked at his Grindr chats and nodded. Peter didn't waste any time at all. He already blocked him.
As Bryce made his way back to his car, he realized just how little he had left.
No football No boyfriend. No friends.
No Jack.
[Authors Note: Much of the 'THEN' segment comes from excerpts from Chapter's 17 and 18, with new material that showed what happened after Elliott returned back home having lost Jack's cooperation. We never got to see what went down between Elliott and Ben, and only got a jump to the next morning. These excerpts were added to give readers a refresher for those events. Some of you may not have read those chapters in years! From here on, I will not be utilizing 'THEN' segments too frequently. In the earlier chapters, they served a great purpose to show the contrast of who Jack was when he was at his worst, to the submissive guy the boys turned him into. Now that Jack is his own man, there's less of a reason to use flashbacks of any kind, at least with any regularity. 'THEN' sections will still be used in most chapters in 'Fallout of Jack Hamilton', however. The purpose they serve there is there needs to be a lot of callbacks to things that happened that we didn't see in THIS story, as well as Jack's (and others!) distant past. This story, however, is always about progressing day by day, with little look towards the past. :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy what's coming! And that you're ready for it!]
The side-story that fills in the six month gap can be found here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-fallout-of-jack-hamilton/
If you have any questions, comments, suggestions, or opinions, please email me at riveracheron101@gmail.com